Rancher: Exiled Guardians, #3

By Hope Ford

Rancher
Injured, I can't run my ranch and I can't ride my bike.
The two things I love.
And just when I'm at my lowest, I'm sent Zoey. She's sassy, bossy, and pushes me to my limits.
She's everything I need.

Zoey
It's my job. To help people heal.
But when I'm assigned Rancher, I find out that I'm in way over my head.
I want to help mend his body… he wants to mend my heart.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Hope Ford
• Release date: Jan 8, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224694921

Hope Ford

USA Today Bestselling Author Hope Ford loves writing about curvy women finding love with hot alpha men. Her stories are short, sweet & steamy. To stay up to date on new releases, copy and paste this link to a new window and sign up: www.authorhopeford.com/subscribe For Freebies - copy and paste this link to a new window:https://authorhopeford.com/freebies/

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1

RANCHER

I grip the crutches in my hand and throw them to the floor before falling to the couch. Fuck! I scream at the top of my lungs. I lean forward and rest my head in my hands.

I’ve dealt with a lot in my lifetime. The death of my parents, the death of my comrades in war, my wife leaving me while I was in the army. I’ve handled it all, and pretty well, I’ll admit.

But this, this fucking injury is going to kill me. I can’t do anything. I can’t ride my hog, I can’t ride my horse, I can’t take care of my ranch, I’m a fuckin’ liability with the club. I can’t do nothin’.

A loud knock sounds on my front door and I don’t even attempt to get up. I’m hoping that whoever it is, they take the hint and just leave.

But of course, I have no such luck.

Rancher! Where are you, brother? I hear Sniper and the sound of multiple boots stomping across the floor.

In here, I holler, leaning my head back on the couch. I’m preparing myself for what I know is about to happen. This isn’t the first time that they’ve come and tried to get my ass off the couch.

They walk in, Sniper, Brick, and Keeper, members of the Exiled Guardians, the club that I’m a patched member and road captain of. Well, was. I can’t be any kind of road captain if I can’t get my ass on a bike. Instantly, I get pissed off because of the looks on their faces. That’s the same look every brother in the club has given me… pity.

What do you want? I ask them.

I was in a bar fight a few weeks ago and tore ligaments in my leg. They say I should be okay, but I’ve had to take a few weeks to heal before starting physical therapy. I went to one session and quit. I told them I thought it was a waste of time, but honestly it was because I couldn’t do half of what they asked me to do and it was frustrating as hell.

We brought you something, Sniper offers.

Well, unless it’s the Fallen King that jumped me and put a knife into my leg, I don’t want it.

Sniper shakes his head, and honestly I don’t blame him. I know I shouldn’t be talking to him like this. He’s taken a lot of my shit, but I’m pretty sure my time is running out.

He smacks his hand to his leg and looks at me fiercely. Ranch, you know he was dealt with. We weren’t going to let them get away with it.

I nod my head and lay it back again, closing my eyes.

All right, boys, well, if that’s it, you can leave now. I wait to hear the shuffling of feet, but don’t hear any.

Then out of nowhere, I hear a soft feminine voice, Yeah, boys, it’s fine, you can leave now. I got this.

I open my eyes and